Darling, go home, your husband is ill.
- Is he ill, let 'em give him a pill.
(Chorus:)
Oh come, my dear Franz, just one more dance.
|: Then I'll go home to my poor old man :|
Darling, go home, your husband is worse.
- Is he worse, well I am no nurse.
Chorus
Darling, go home, your husband is dead.
- Is he dead, there's no more to be said.
Chorus
Darling, go home, the will's to be read.
- What's that you said? - I said, the will's to be read!
Oh no no, my dear Franz, this is no time to dance.
|: I must go weep for my poor old man :|